My father’s a genius
So… being the naive do-good attention seeker that he is, my father decided to go visit one of his coworkers (who he did not have any connection with by the way) who was a patient at the intensive burn unit at UNC with guess what? Flesh eating bacteria. This guy felt like he had a cold, got really sick later in the day, went to the ER, next thing he knows, he’s been in a coma for a month and lost all his skin (And looks like something from another planet).
So, ignoring the suggestions of medical personnel, my dad doesn’t just go once, he goes twice, and interacts with this guy for a few hours.
Now, for all of us other regular folks, we’d google the disease first before doing something so stupid. Turns out, this disease is extremely contagious to those with open wounds and a compromised immune system.
Guess what? Both him and I are recovering from severe sunburns from our fishing trip and (shedding skin, open sores) on top of that, I had cuts from when I wrestled with my coworker’s dog. Best of all? I’ve got a sore throat.
Finally to really stick a cherry on top of it all, I found out about all of this a few minutes ago. Two days after his first visit with this dude.
Basically, if I die, I want one of you to go to my funeral and call him an idiot.